Out & About …

… on the North York Moors, or wherever I happen to be.

Tag: rubbish

  • Witches’ Knickers

    Witches’ Knickers

    A dreich day, witness my photo of Roseberry not quite smothered by mist. ‘Witches’ Knickers’ is an Irish epithet for the poly bags that attach themselves to shrubs and trees, and barbed wire as here on Newton Moor, slowing shredding in the wind. I keep meaning to clean it up but put that fiddly job…

  • Smart water

    Smart water

    Inspired by the humble cloud. Water as pure as the first drop of rain. Northumbrian spring water Vaporised to remove impurities, Then condensed back to … water. With mineral electrolytes added Potassium, calcium and magnesium. Replicating the water cycle. In a bottle of Polyethylene Terephthalate, Light and strong, Perfect for backpacking, Made from 30% of…

  • A mossy bagel

    A mossy bagel

    Woke up this morning to wind and solid rain with no reprieve forecasted. Inspiration found me in a tweet by Robert Macfarlane. A piece of music by the Norwegian composer Edvard Grieg is titled “Skovstilhed”. It’s his Opus 71 no. 4 and is translated as woodland peace. Macfarlane describes it as the calmness of spirit…

  • 60’s Rubbish Take 2

    60’s Rubbish Take 2

    A revisit to the 60’s rubbish tip exposed at Rye Hill in Great Ayton. This old Bird’s Eye bag for Corn on the Cob was floating about on the surface. ¾lb for 3/6. That’s 17½ pence in new money. Decimalisation took place in February 1971 so it’s at least that old. But what really hits…

  • 60’s Rubbish

    60’s Rubbish

    Rye Hill, Great Ayton. In the late 19th century the North Eastern Railway company began operated a gravel pit on this sloping field below Cliff Ridge Wood. By the 1940s a small tramway was operating to the sidings for Whin’s quarry, a few hundred metres north-west. Sometime later the gravel pit was abandoned, filled in…

  • The day after the night before – Guy Fawkes Night

    The day after the night before – Guy Fawkes Night

    This is a repost from my old site fhithich.wordpress.com which did not transfer when I originally set this site up. I’m slowly working my way through the missing ones. A plot thwarted, our Sovereign Parliament is safe, poor old Guy, hung, drawn and quartered, a celebration, bonfires, oohs and aahs as the rockets, Roman candles…